Nameless place, sword mound.Cold, lonely, dark.It's the same style here.A graystone-paved sheep intestine path leads to no one.On both sides of the path, there are dusty blades, all the way out of sight.A figure walked on the path like a lonely ghost.No purpose, no direction.Just walking along the path, walking......
Time seems to pass in this nameless place.Or, there is no time to say here.If it weren't for the figure still walking on the path, I'm afraid this place would be treated as a dusty space!
I don't know how long it has passed.There is a saying in the world, but where there is a road, there must be an end.The gray stone path in the nameless place, I don't know how long it has been walked by that figure.Finally, it has come to an end!
And it was only at this time that the dull eyes of the figure regained a trace of clarity.Looking up, the road ahead was not at the end, but blocked by a broken sword.The broken sword was extremely wide, stretching across the entire road.The hilt of the broken sword is facing upwards, and the fracture is uneven, standing on the road, but it does not fall.Seeing that the path ahead was blocked, the figure stiffened forward, mechanically outstretched his hands and gripped them on the hilt of his sword, trying to move it away.But at this moment, the road under the broken sword suddenly cracked, like the road to hell suddenly opened, as if in the abyss, pitch black.The figure glanced at the abyss blankly, his face showed a hint of joy of relief, and the hands that grasped the hilt of the sword were held tighter.Suddenly, the broken sword fell, and with that figure, it fell into the dark abyss...... ()